Eric Jurgens - Nazi joy camp

Ruth smiled crookedly at him. She had the impulse to ask him to write down what he had just said and sign it so that she could carry it back to Direktor Hilde.

"I want to be the first with you, Fraulein. You are a virgin, are you not?"

"Ha!" Ruth laughed, then caught herself. "Yes. You are so right, Lieutenant."

"I am Herr Lieutenant Staedt, Fraulein," he said, clicking his heels. "You may call me Wilhelm."

Ruth smiled. She liked him. He was very handsome in his uniform and its blackness gave emphasis to his pale gray eyes. She could discern nothing about him to indicate a cruel nature so she wrinkled her nose at him and permitted him to escort her to dinner. She was laughing inwardly because of the two things: first, he seemed to be younger than she although he had a good six years on her; secondly, the idea of her being a virgin appealed to her sense of humor.

Ruth found the food delightful. She liked the table, the uniforms of the SS, the chandelier that sparkled above the table and the beautiful dresses of the other girls. It was then she suddenly realized that she felt better than she had in over a year. She wanted to store all the images that she could in her mind so that she could drag them forth when she returned to Kamp East. She knew she would need them. She smiled over the rim of her wine glass to all and sundry.

After the dinner of venison everyone returned to the salon. A small rug had been removed to make a place for dancing. Ruth's heart leaped with joy when she realized that there would be dancing. It immediately sank with despair when she recalled that she had never danced, not once in her life.

The music started and the Herr Lieutenant clicked his heels and reached for her hand and asked her to dance. Ruth stumbled toward the floor, which now seemed like a pit of despair to her, and let herself be enfolded into his arms. He crushed her softness to him and within a matter of seconds Ruth felt a pole like hardness pressing against her belly. She forgot to worry about dancing.

The lieutenant smiled and talked to her as he worked his loins against her. She giggled. The wine that she had consumed before and during dinner had caught up to her. Before the second dance had ended the lieutenant spoke.

"Come, Fraulein. We go upstairs now." His voice was deep and hoarse.

Ruth smiled up at him and let herself be led out of the room and up the stairs. She knew it was silly, but she hoped that she was not the first girl to be taken up the long staircase. She reminded herself that all the girls there were there for the same purpose. And, even if she had been an unknown to those she met for the first time today, there were at least three others that knew all about her. But she failed to explain to herself why she felt as she did, why she had suddenly developed the sense of propriety that she had. She guessed that it had been the total evening, the gowns of the women, the handsome uniforms of the men, the politeness shown to her by the lieutenant and many other things. All of it was such a break in her monotonous routine.

Before Ruth could examine her feelings to satisfaction she found herself in a large bedroom. The Herr Lieutenant dropped her hand as soon as they entered the room. He went to a large armoire and selected a robe. He held it out to Ruth and said, "Undress and put this on. Leave your things here. Come down the hall to the third door on the left." He grabbed her roughly to him and kissed her, then just as abruptly pulled away from Ruth and left the room.

Ruth turned to look at the large bed. There were girl's clothes scattered all over it. She smiled with satisfaction. She was not the first.

Ruth took off the beautiful clothes that she had on very slowly. She was reluctant to do so because she had enjoyed wearing them to the fullest. But she did so, slowly, folding each garment with care. She stacked the entire ensemble neatly and placed her new shoes alongside the small stack of other clothes. She straightened and looked slowly about the room. Her glance was riveted to a small object that she had forgotten existed – a lady's evening bag.

With trembling hands Ruth opened the purse. She rummaged inside it, not with a preconceived idea of theft, but one of exploration. She withdrew a small billfold that contained papers. Her excitement knew no bounds. She pulled the papers from the leather pockets of the billfold and looked through them quickly. The picture of the girl bore an amazing resemblance to herself. The papers certified that the girl pictured there was a pure-breed, unflawed, Aryan German girl. She almost wept with joy. Ruth knew beyond doubt that she would leave the SS Kamp with those papers. How she would manage it she didn't know, but she was certain that they would help her escape the horror that had become the hell of her life.

For now, she replaced the papers and closed the small purse with a snap. She opened the door to the hall and stepped through it. Then she headed for the third door on the left.

She tapped gently at the door and then entered. The Herr Lieutenant was standing with his back to her gazing out the large window. He did not turn around. She approached him and said softly, "Herr Lieutenant?"

He turned abruptly and looked quizzically at her. Her eyes met his and she shuddered. Ruth would never have been able to explain what she saw in the depths of his eyes, but they contained everything frightening in the world to her. His eyes were flat and cold gray. She knew immediately that they had seen horrors on earth that could not possibly exist in hell. She wanted to cry out and flee from him, to run until she forgot for all time what she had seen in his eyes, but that was impossible. Instead she swallowed loudly and said, "Lieutenant, what were you thinking about?"

"Ah, you have asked a formidable question, Fraulein. Most formidable. I am the much decorated Herr Lieutenant Staedt. You caught me remembering how I earned a couple of my decorations. Anna," he cried, clutching Ruth's small body to him. "I pray that a decent German girl like you will never know of the horror of war, the bestiality of it." He breathed deeply and pushed her to his arms length and continued, "But we must do it for the Fatherland. Ya. That is so. We return almost to German soil to plant our seed in a flower such as you and hope that it will grow to bursting and come roaring out of your stomach a gusty male so that he can one day replace me and plant a seed of his own." He smiled at her and once again pulled her to him.

Ruth felt his body trembling against hers and wondered why it was so. He seemed so strong and sure of himself and then suddenly he was a little boy holding on to her for safety. She ran her hands down the broad expanse of his back and patted him gently at the waist. She tilted her head back to look at him and he covered her mouth with his.

Ruth accepted the lieutenant's burning lips with her own and enjoyed the feeling. She could not figure out the mood he was in because as strong as his body was its trembling was very pronounced against hers. It had not seemed to be so before. He abruptly shoved his tongue deep into her mouth, blocking whatever speculation she might have made. She tried to draw back from the unexpected, but to no avail. He rammed his tongue over hers and continued deep into her throat. Then, just as swiftly as he had kissed her, he stopped and tilted her head back. He looked into her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Fraulein. I forgot myself." He searched her face, then said, "Let's get into bed."

Ruth walked to the large bed and stood mutely by it. He ordered her to take off her robe. She did so. She laid it carefully over the back of a chair. She turned, then, and looked at the Lieutenant. He stared back at her in turn. His eyes still had the flat cold look that she had noticed before. She mustered her strength and dropped her eyes to his chest and smiled.